James & Georgie

When I talked to James the other day on the phone, I thought our conversation would be a bit bland. Admittedly, our MSN conversations are; there is never enough to talk about, or we’re just bust with our own thing.

I like spending time with James. He even said that I’m a lot more interesting in person.

I know, it’s hard for anyone to embrace my inner geek – hours of sitting on the computer and just hacking at code or returning comments or doing anything website-related. I’ll admit I’m addicted, but when it comes to spending time with James, eeeee. <3

I kind of miss our three-hour-long phone calls, and five-minute-goodbyes online (they're more like one minute now, often shorter and more abrupt), but nothing beats a hug IRL. (:

Going back to my inner geek, I want to clean up this site a little… (And I registered glassfields.net.)

It’s James’s birthday next week on the 26th. Make sure you send him lots of bacon and eggs. He loves them. He’s a star. I love him. <3

Someone remind me to pay my university fees soon. -_- Sadly I won't be seeing James this semester and he'll be at his internship until 5:00pm every weekday. And we'll probably be a bit busy on weekends. I hope he can take a day off every once in a while.

Like yesterday, he took a day off. We went to the aquarium.

Well, today Georgie and I went to the beach. We met up at the station, and went out to the city where we stopped by our university so she could eat the burger she didn’t want that I had unwittingly ordered. That was embarrassing, eh *sweat* We also spent some time there looking up attractions; we planned to go to the aquarium (which turned out to have a huge queue) and the Zoo, where apparently you and more people than you will ever know get a significant discount if you’re in a group of 5001 or over.
I picked up some laksa to-go, and then we went to take a ferry to the beach. Today was overcast and the weather was perfect. We walked around on the sand for a bit, and found out it was pretty boring since I couldn’t get my feet wet because I was in shoes. We ate our food (my laksa looked quite miserable by then) and then I bought a tea towel and some slippers. We stood in the water up to knee-deep and caught some waves, then we went home. All in all, it was surprisingly tiring.

One thing that annoyed me was the super scrawny Asian guy on the first ferry. He was with his girlfriend (which..sort of looked like him) and she had thicker arms than he did. Not that she was fat or anything, but you could’ve picked your teeth with his forearms. I’m not saying I’m the six million dollar man, but damn; I’d rather be walrus-fat if I had to pick one of the two. And he’d look at me every so often like I was wierd, with one slender, girly arm delicately draped over her shoulders like it couldn’t support its own weight. Yuck. Now that I mention it, there was a guy who looked just like him in uni that I knew two semesters ago, kind of. Shit, was it him? Ahh well. If he didn’t say hi, then forget him.

Another thing that disgusted me was a bunch of Korean kids that were acting like they’d never seen a fountain before. When you get off the sand, you see, there are three sets of fountains for decor and washing your feet. They washed their feet, but it wasn’t enough. They moved on until they’d washed their feet in another, and then they gawked over the last one because it shot a bit higher. What the hell.

Note to Wuggs: Don’t eat any more nougat today *floog*

Bijeebus I hate converting videos to my iPod. They take an ungodly long time. Yuuruurrk. Right now I’m trying to convert the movie 9. It’s taking forever. I hate how iPods can only read certain formats.

I waited hours for The Notebook and just one episode of Lockie Leonard to convert, then they didn’t work on my iPod… meh, I’ll try it again another time, but 9 had better work.

James and I went to the beach today~ I’ll make him blog about it. :P

I don’t know why I have Carpenters’ music lying around – must be from the stuff my dad wants me to burn all the time. :S

James and I finished watching The Notebook, and it was great. I know I’ve watched it so many times before, but eh. ;D

I don’t like it when people go on about how long they’ve been together with their boyfriend or whatever. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve “been with” the person. You could be together for ten years but still not know everything there is to know about the person. You might not have even shared a kiss.

Similarly, you might have spent a couple of months with someone, but what you share is special. You might have had long talks over the phone every night.

In my case, I’ve known James for, well, six years. We’ve only been together for two, but we had a good friendship before then.

Hmm well you know what they say. Quality, not quantity. <3

I never thought I’d be into lucky numbers… as a child, people told me the numbers 7 and 9 were lucky, and I kept that note in my mind.

From that day I thought “97″ was the coolest number ever.

Often, my mum would buy a lottery ticket and those were the numbers I’d choose, along with 1 and other random numbers that meant nothing to me.

Over time, “97″ became a figure that didn’t mean so much anymore. I realised that my mum’s “lucky numbers” were numbers of our house, her birthday, her birth year, her sisters’ and brother’s birthdays, and my birthday, my brother’s birthday… a multitude of numbers that were obtained from little, special days.

At one point I liked the number 10, because I happened to like someone who had some association with that number… whatever.

Now, I simply think the way my mother did.

The other day on the Pop forum, which my host, Kya, opened, I was entering a little competition she initiated that allowed you to get a hosting upgrade for free.

I was using a lot of space on my account and each month my bandwidth was (yet again!) close to running out, due to most of my domains being on the account, and my website having a lot of visitors in general.

Participants simply had to pick a random number between 1 and 30, and a number would be pulled out.

I didn’t really think, but I put in 26 because that’s James’s birthday.

This morning I received an email saying I had won an upgrade because I guessed one of the numbers that was randomly generated.

James, I love you. :3

Happy 20 months. =)

Thank you… for everything.

I want to say, that I miss you. Wherever you are… and I wish we could talk.

I shouldn’t be, but I’m feeling sad, and I’m feeling lonely and I feel like today, I’ve lost myself.

I don’t want to do anything anymore. I wish I could sleep for days on end, but that’s not possible. They make me feel worthless and terrible.

When you’re not here I feel so alone. I don’t have many, or any, people I can talk to who make me feel better.

When I grow up, I want to live in the country. I want to live away from people. Unlike my current house, I want to live in a nice one. I can keep it clean and buy little things to put in it. Little things that are unique. I want to make my own furniture. I want to save money.

And even if I don’t have money, I want to be a happy person. I want to be happy with whatever I have.

I don’t know. I wish there was a time of peace. Sometimes, it’s too hard to pick myself up off the ground. Sometimes I look and I don’t see anywhere I can go.

I wish you were here.

Lovingly,
Georgina